“Imagine the beauty of the sunset if only Freshtime was opened until it was really dusk.”I snorted. Well, I shouldn't have. It just makes my oxygen helmet visor steamy and foggy. Besides, this guy with dimples who just spoke next to me won't hear my grunts. He was too focused on the view of the green valley below us. It seemed so soothing and inviting if we all didn't know what was lurking behind there.I'm on my arms. “You know how the virus works, Gal,” I replied while nudging the guy's shoulder. My best friend just nodded as if he had surrendered to the truth, or maybe he was just tired of hearing me talk pretentiously in front of his helmet-covered face.Well, it can't be helped, it is a kind of fear in itself for us, for all human beings who are on Earth today. Not because of the invasion of aliens or robots with rigid movements among the ruins of buildings like the stories that grandmothers often tell, but because of viruses. Or, p
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